Philly's Most Wanted - Cross The Border Lyrics
*****onic]Yo, once the Mo start drippinHoes start trippinTell em my name BooYou know we all hittinBut look mamiI got 3 drinks in me stuckAnd I aint tryna talk, I'm tryna *****If the ***** gets wetterChicks, I never sweat herI'm gettin all the cheddar*****, read the letterI pattened the planGet a dick suck wit a gat in my hand*****, it's thug passionChicks drive by in their whipsThey be flashinDo you know Bonic and Lib?They be askinIf the ***** wanna ask me shit, I'ma hitAttitude just like Cancun, I'ma tripNow niggas pissedKnow why? Cause I'm the shitIf you cop a 5, imagine what I'm gone getLights outMost Wanted bring the bikes outBall out*****es on the backAss all outI got hoes wit accentsAnd I don't mean Hundai'sMy hands touched more bricks than Quamay'sIce'll blind youFor real dog, believe meOnly feel comfortable around Ray Charles and StevieSo I'ma take it easy[Chorus (Female voice)]So why don't you run across the border mama?(I'll run cross the border papa)And what will you bring me back mama?(You know what I'll bring you back papa)So don't forget (I won't forget)To bring me back (To bring you back)What I need (What you need)Tonight (Tonight)Will you run across the border mama?(I'll go cross the border papa)[Mr.](Mr. Mr.)I know the ***** you heardGive me head while I drive*****, I like to swerveI'll take you to the airport so you can cop them birdsNow is you bout it mami?Whoa, let me knowIs it the dick, the car, the looks, or the dough?She said, "Mostly the dough, playa I don't lie."I hit once, then hit her girlfriendAsk, "When can we all get together again?"And I never love hoesWhat you talkin about?I party your wife, niggaYou be eatin her outAnd I sat there and told you that I cum in her mouthAnd my connect the only reason she be runnin down south*****es high for a ride dependin who key startinSo ***** a JaguarCop a Aston Martin, pardonNo talkin, Mr. say sparkinNiggas can't understandThey still walkin[Chorus][*****onic]Hot ass whips is what they see Boo inWe play down in C-A-C-U-NUh, nice wit the O flex outta lineCut a ***** off like O.J.Yall aint readyThat's why all yall niggas look hurtWhen yall see meMore Franklin's than KirkAnd I'm spendin em wit GPThick tube socks I rock like I'm from DCCash Money as in Juvenile like BG[Mr.]Top down on the Cadillac Allante'I get street stripes like Carlito BriganteDog, I tax yall cause it costs to liveAnd still show no love like foster kidsI rent out homes in the hood and live across the bridgeMy car's hotter than NegrilWhile y'all walk, I wheelOh, your Roley go tick and tock? It's not realAnd keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, nigga[Chorus
